Sadistic Detective Macy

By Peppe1951

Summary: Neal gets into trouble for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Warning: Serious Neal whump and disciplining of an adult. Don't like? Don't read! Disclaimer: While Collar belongs to USA.

Chapter 1

Neal had only just arrived home after a full day of work at the White Collar Unit of the FBI. He walked over to look at the drawing he was painting. He hadn't gotten very far just a few strokes to begin when he heard banging at his door.

"Open up, Caffrey!" demanded an unfamiliar voice.

"Who is it?" Neal asked warily.

His answer was the splintering of the door as it was kicked in and he was surrounded by several police officers with guns drawn. "Neal Caffrey?" a police officer asked? And with Neal's nod he was grabbed and handcuffs were applied tightly around his wrists behind his back. He was hustled out without explanation or even the reading of his rights. He could hear his apartment being ransacked behind him as he was pushed down the stairs.

His landlady, June was downstairs arguing with someone as Neal was pushed through.

"Where are you taking him? What did he do?" Neal heard June demand but didn't hear the answer as he was thrust into the backseat of a police cruiser.

Peter had just arrived home when his cell phone rung. "Hello?"

"Peter this is June; Neal gave me your number if I ever needed to get in touch with you," began June. It was obvious that she was upset.

"June what's wrong? Is it Neal?" he asked gently but urgently.

"Peter he has just been arrested. They came and took him away," she blurted out.

"Who took him, June?"

"The police…they said that he stole a painting from the Met; Neal wouldn't do that; at least not now…and not since he and you got so close," June replied firmly.

"June, tell me everything you know," Peter asked as he turned the Ford Taurus around and headed back...to his office. After hanging up with June he made a call to his office and asked for all of the data from Neal's tracker be made available for him for the last few weeks. He told them he would be there momentarily to pick it up and made a call to his superior Reece Hughes.

It was two hours later that Peter arrived at the Major Case Squad at One Police Plaza in Manhattan but he had with him more than enough proof to clear his art consultant of whatever art theft he was being accused of. As soon as he identified himself he was taken to see Deputy Inspector Charles Neacy with whom he laid out all of his material about Caffrey. It wasn't long before Neacy sent him to see the arresting officer, Thomas Macy.

"Sergeant Macy?" Peter asked as he introduced himself, "My name is Peter Burke, FBI with White Collar unit. You have in custody my art consultant, Neal Caffrey."

Macy sneered at the description of 'art consultant' before asking, "What can I do for you Burke?'

"You can release Caffrey; he's not responsible for your art theft…I have proof," Peter added as he saw the expression on Macy's face darken.

"What kind of proof? We have sketches of his of the outside of the MET as if he was casing the place trying to pick his best spot and an eye witness that places him in the general area at the time of the theft," replied Macy.

"You may not have noticed but Caffrey wears a GSP anklet that records wherever he's been and it doesn't show him in the Met at the time you say it was robbed. That anklet is tamper proof and the information is monitored by the US Marshall's," replied Peter as he handed the information over for Macy's comprehension.

"Anklet? Where?"

"It's on his left ankle; his trousers usually cover it," replied Peter before requesting firmly, "I want him released into my custody…NOW!"

Detective Macy could do nothing else but send for Neal but he did it grudgingly. He was so sure that Neal was guilty that he had used force on him in interrogating as well as when he was being processed so when he arrived he showed the abuse.

Peter took one look and said, "You abused him while he was in your care!"

"He resisted arrest and refused to cooperate…it's my word against his; you have no proof," Macy replied with a sneer. "Just be happy you are getting him back."

"Uncuff him," demanded Peter as he turned to Neal with an apology, "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner Neal; maybe some of this could have been avoided."

"I just want to go home, Peter," replied Neal wearily. He was tired and hurt and wanted to get back to where he was loved.

As soon as the cuffs were removed Peter gathered his evidence and with Neal left. He knew that if he stayed any longer he might be the one arrested for decking that bastard Macy.

"Neal," cried El as she looked up to see their favorite con enter the house followed by her husband, Peter. He looked terrible with bruises on his face and from the way he walked most likely decorating his body as well. "Sit down before you fall down," she ordered as she moved to his side.

"What happened to him?" El demanded of her husband.

"He was arrested on a trumped up charge of art theft," explained Peter as he helped Neal to the couch. "Lie down and rest," he added as if Neal needed to be told the obvious.

"Can I get you something?" El asked after pulling off his suit jacket, it was a mess.

"Just something cold to drink," requested Neal politely, wincing as he slowly laid back.

"Are you in pain?" El asked before he left to get him some water. Neal nodded.

"Where are you hurting?" Peter asked with concern.

"All over," Neal admitted.

Peter nodded and headed for his bathroom to rummage through his medicine cabinet for a pain killer Neal could take.

"Neal, what happened?" asked a worried El as she handed him a cold glass of water helping him to sit so he could drink some.

"It's like Peter said…I got arrested for something I truly didn't do. It happened soon after Peter let me off; I was relaxing in my room when I heard rapid footsteps and then a cry to open the door but before I could it was kicked in and several of NY's finest stormed in with guns drawn in my direction and I was handcuffed and hustled out. I guess June called and told Peter because he rescued me. However I was in their custody long enough for them to interrogate me with precious about the art theft. They said they had a witness but I never learned anything other about who that was or what happened. They didn't even read me my Miranda rights," Neal explained wearily.

"Here take these; you've had them before," Peter offered Neal two capsules. "They should ease your pain sufficiently for you to get some rest."

"Neal was just explaining what happened," El said as she brought her husband up on what Neal had said.

"You can thank that anklet; it had proof that you weren't where their eye witness said you were. It did however place you within a few feet of the entrance on several occasions this week. What were you doing?" Peter asked curiously.

"Drawing…the anklet wouldn't let me get any closer to the Met than where I was so I drew the entrance and the grounds surrounding it. Maybe sometime you can come with me so I can get closer to draw more of it," replied Neal wistfully.

"Than that must where they got the idea that you were the person responsible for the theft; their witness must have placed you there several days and they must have thought that you were casing the place so when it did get robbed they naturally assumed that it was you. I guess the next time you want to draw a museum El or I can come along and watch your back. I'm sorry that you were abused for this," added Peter remorsefully.

"Peter this wasn't your fault…it was Detective Macy's. He's not known for patience when he wants something and what he wanted from me was a confession for the theft and I was unwilling to give it to him. I'm just glad that he was unable to use the old methods of obtaining it. Mozzie told me that in the old days the police were able to use any means to get a confession and some took great delight in inflicting as much pain on a suspect as they could…fortunately that isn't the case now," replied Neal.

"Well, you will be safe with us," Peter said with a smile as he offered his house as a safe haven for his friend. "Stay as long as you like the guest room is yours. Now lets get you up there so you can rest, I'll call you when supper is ready," he offered as he helped Neal to his feet and guided him to the stairs. Neal went willingly with him and soon found himself lying on what he happily called "his bed" resting and feeling safe at last.

Neal stayed for that night as well as the next giving June plenty of time to have his door replaced. Peter assured him that NYPD would pay for the door since it was their agent who had destroyed it and that June wouldn't be out any money. June was very important to Neal and he hated for the distress it must have caused her when he was apprehended earlier.

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